What If Trophies Talked

Summary: Everything is lost when Danny wakes up to see that they failed.

Characters: Danny and Skulker

Note: References to rape.

Originally Written: April 2014

Danny shivered, the world a blur of silver before his eyes slowly coming into focus. His head throbbed painfully, like someone slammed a thirty pound bowling ball against it. The thump of boots upon the floor echoed in his ears, and Danny jerked his head around to search for the source of the noise. Dread settled like a lump in his throat when his eyes landed upon the man that came to stand over him.

With a terrified shout, Danny scrambled away from him. His back pressed against the wall as his arms shot up then... nothing. Panic flared through him as he stared at his hands. He had practiced this! He had trained under Dan to learn how to use his ice powers. But nothing happened when he tried to call upon them.

"Ah, ah, ah." The man reached out a hand, and Danny flinched away from him. He hooked a finger under a collar that Danny hadn't even realized he was wearing. Then with a sharp jerk, he pulled Danny closer to him so that faces were mere inches apart. "I'd be careful about trying to use those nasty little ice powers. You'll get a fairly bad shock if you keep drawing on your powers." Bright green eyes flicked toward the left. "Our little fox friend is still recovering."

His breath came in short, panicked gasps, but Danny followed the man's gaze. "Kwan!" he shouted and tried to scramble toward where Kwan lay on the floor just a few feet away. The jock had bruises and cuts, new ones, but they weren't healing like the kitsune had learned to do from his mentor. Danny didn't get far before the collar yanked him back, tightening around his throat and choking him.

"He's still alive, if that's what you're worried about." His captor braced one hand on the wall and leaned over Danny. "His value would go down if he was dead, after all."

Anger managed to wrangle past the fear, and his blue eyes hardened as he glared at the man before him. "We're not trophies that you can collect, Skulker," Danny growled, trying his best to look intimidating, but if he couldn't use his ice powers, he wasn't sure how he could get them free of Skulker.

A chuckle bubbled out of the alien, like Danny had just told some amusing joke. Then Skulker leaned down, and Danny couldn't escape with the wall at his back. Skulker's face was too close. Danny's heart hammered in his chest. Flashbacks to the night almost a year ago rampaged through his mind. He couldn't breathe, his throat constricting and his lungs refusing to expand enough to let enough air fill them.

"But that's where you're wrong," Skulker whispered, and Danny jumped when the alien dropped his hand onto his shoulder then slowly ran his fingers up pale flesh before he seized hold of Danny's throat in a tight grip. "You are my trophies. And," Skulker pressed his lips almost close enough to brush over the curves of Danny's ear, "I can do anything I want with you. As rare and unique as you are, you're no royal treasure. Your pathetic planet can make complaints all they like, but there's nothing they can do now to get you back. You and the fox are mine."

Not all of what the alien said reached him. Danny couldn't stop his body from shaking, and his vision was starting to turn a bit fuzzy around the edges. Weak and powerless. He remembered that feeling when the incubus had him pinned to the ground, and it was how he felt in that moment, unable to do anything to save himself from the alien. There was a look in Skulker's eyes that reminded him too much of incubus, that hungry desire.

"If I wanted," Skulker continued with a smirk. His hand fell away from Danny's throat, and then suddenly, Danny felt the hand pushing up his torn and dirty shirt, skimming over the pale flesh hidden beneath it.

Danny kicked out with all his strength as he screamed in terror. Skulker stumbled back, surprised by the sudden attack. Then Danny turned his back on the alien, pressing his hands against the cool metal of the wall as he bowed his head. His stomach wrenched painfully, and it felt like the incubus had torn open his side for a second time. The bile burned on the way up his throat, and the vomit spilled out of him, splashing upon the spotlessly clean floor. It felt like all of his insides were trying to expel themselves from his body, and for several moments after his stomach was empty, he kept heaving, trying to force out what was no longer there.

"I'm going to have to make improvements to those limiters," Skulker muttered.

Danny slowly lifted his head, gasping with the foul taste of vomit clinging to his mouth. His vision was blurred, and after he blinked, hot tears spilled down his cheeks. Then he stared numbly at the frosty patterns upon the metal, spiraling outward from where his hands touched the wall. It was something that just sort of happened, usually when he was walking barefoot through the cemetery. Frost was left on whatever his bare skin touched. But he couldn't see how that would help him now. He couldn't exactly frost Skulker to death, and it would be even more useless if Skulker really could block even that ability. The tears fell again as he sobbed, a pathetic sound as his fingers curled, clawing at the metal. The only thing he had to look forward to was a future of living as Skulker's trophy, his pet, for the rest of his life. Danny crumpled to the floor, hugging his arms around him as he cried, praying that somehow his parents might rescue him. That Dan and Dash would manage to find him. That anyone he knew could save him and Kwan from this horrible fate.

Author's Note: Since someone asked about if Skulker succeeded in snatching Danny. "What if" scenarios will always be titled with "what if." And now, I think I really need to go write something fluffy and happy!

Sakural7865: XD He probably will. After he gets over his confusion and understands just what Clockwork was trying to get at. XD;;

Guest: Well, not for this story since Danielle isn't even in it. But I could do a fic involving Danny and Danielle later.

simplegay me: 8D I couldn't resist a clueless Dan. XD Being trapped, alone, in a dark world for most of his existence, I doubt he really understands a whole lot about love. XD;;;